Smiling, his lips lowered to my décolletage. He kissed and licked in small circles over my skin before moving to where the next petal lay. Daniel’s wet tongue explored my breasts as euphoria coursed through me with each touch. Hot air breezed across my stomach as he blew at the pieces of white. Some simply moved to another area of my body while others fell to my sides.
“Daniel.” My voice came out in a whisper.
He glanced up at me. “Yes?”
“You’re torturing me,” I admitted breathlessly.
He smiled. “I know.” His head dipped back down, and he followed the few remaining rose petals. “This is the sweetest one.” He moved the petal on top of my lace panties aside and kissed the fabric.
Heat from his mouth seared through the lace and pierced my skin as my need for him soared. I was fairly certain I might die if he didn’t take this further.
“I need to be inside you, Elizabeth.”
Thank God. “I want you so much,” I reassured him, not that he needed it. “Please.”
His fingers found the top of my panties and pulled at them, moving them down my thighs, and I wiggled to help get them completely off.
He looked down at me and sucked in a quick breath. “So fucking beautiful. God, you really are.”
His hands were all over me, his mouth sucking and licking, and I squeezed my eyes closed with the pure pleasure he elicited from me.
I found the waistband of his boxer briefs and attempted the same maneuver, but I couldn’t reach nearly as far. His hand joined mine and helped to pull them off. The tip of his dick pushed against me for a second, and I gasped. I wanted this man. I wanted all of him—now.
“Tell me you brought a condom.” I hoped I wasn’t ruining the moment.
“A condom? Hell, babe, I brought the whole box.” He moved toward the edge of the bed and reached for his pants before fishing a strip of them out of his pocket.
I heard the long-forgotten sound of foil tearing open, and Daniel sat facing me, his dick at full attention as he rolled it on. I stared at it like I was seeing one for the first time. With my head lying against the pillow, he lowered his body over mine, his shoulders bearing the brunt of his muscular frame. His muscles flexed as his mouth found mine and my eyes closed. His tongue grazed over my bottom lip before entering. The tip of his dick found my most sensitive area again, and my hips bucked up and rolled, silently pleading with him to enter.
My eyes opened, and I found Daniel watching me, staring at me. His eyes locked on mine, like he was memorizing everything about this moment. Our connection seemed so deep, so fierce, and I never wanted it to end. He pushed slowly into me, with care, and my mouth opened with the slight ache. It had been so long for me, but the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort.
“Are you okay?” he asked before moving all the way in.
My fingers dug into his back, pulling him to me. “Yes,” I exhaled. “I want you.”
He breathed out a quick huff of air before pushing himself deep inside me, and I moaned with the feeling of him filling me.
“Elizabeth,” he growled before moving in and out.
I rocked my hips in time with his. “You feel so good,” I whispered. “So fucking good.”
I had no idea what I’d been missing all these years that I’d banned men, but I wagered that most of my experiences wouldn’t have been anything like this. This was more than just a physical act. It was sensual, filled with emotions, and that always made sex better.
“You feel amazing.” He continued to move before running his fingers down my cheek. “I love being inside you. You’re perfect.”
I glanced away with his compliment before saying, “Stop.”
“What?” His body immediately stilled.
“I want on top.” I tried to push his shoulders over so that his body would move.
His devilish grin appeared. “Your wish is my command.” He rolled over, seamlessly taking my body with his, never breaking our connection.
Lowering myself completely on top of him, my mouth opened again as pleasure coursed through me. His hands reached for my sides, and they directed my pace. I rolled my hips, my body moving forward and back on him, and I felt him growing even larger inside me.
“Jesus, babe, I’m gonna come,” he warned.
I smiled, knowing that I was the one bringing him such pleasure. My movements quickened as his fingertips dug into my sides, my body moving on him, against him, with him.